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But that’s not what tonight is about. This is about reconnecting, and maybe I’m taking it too literally, but that means I want his cock inside of me instead of his fingers. I want him to pluck my clit with those wicked shadow claws while I bounce on his cock, a race to see which one of us will finish first.

Only one way to find out.

In a voice that’s little more than a pleading whine, I tell him, “I need you, Mal. Not your fingers. Your cock. Won’t you give it to me?”

His shudder is so forceful, he causes the lava pool to form slight waves. After one last pump, he pulls out his fingers. I’m only empty for a few seconds before he wraps one hand around me. With a gentle push against my ass, he lifts me up, guiding me to wrap my legs around him.

With his height, we’ve had to find ways to make mating work. Whether he puts me on all fours and cages me in with his body until we line up perfectly, or he holds me aloft with his hand so that my pussy hits his groin and a simple tilt of my head means we can kiss as we fuck, it doesn’t matter. I was meant to be his. He was meant to be mine. It might look weird on paper, but when you have two eager souls wanting to become one… yeah, itworks.

His fingers stretching me out wasn’t necessary. After going the entire gold moon without his dick to help me get through the worst of the lust, I’ve been waiting for him to impale me. I was probably slick enough to take his solid dick without any help, but between my lust, his practiced touch, and the remnants of the gold moon… as soon as his cock finds my entrance, he shoves and I’m fully seated on top of him.

Our first fuck tonight is fast. It’s frantic. It’s messy and not the least bit smooth. I could give a shit. Through our bond, I can sense just how desperate Malphas is for me. Same, big guy. He has me squirming almost instantly as he palms my ass, lifting me up and guiding me down so that I really am bouncing on top of him.

There are no words, dirty or not. It’s pure animalistic rutting out in the gentle shadows of Sombra. So maybe there are some white eyes peering at us from the burnt woods at our back. And we’re still near enough to Nuit that getting caught isn’t just a possibility. It’s something that adds to the excitement, even though no one will see me.

They’ll see Mal, though, and my possessive side insists that they can’t. His chest, sure. I love the way my name is inked on his skin, and when all of this prophecy nonsense is done, I’ll go back to convincing Mal that it’s only fair that I get his name tattooed on me, too.

I know why he hesitates. Bond, remember? He thinks I could never love him… neverclaimhim as much as he does me. He’s wrong about that, obviously, but with our lives gone topsy-turvy since Alana was born, I decided to hold off on pestering him about something that’s so clear.

Besides, why tell him when I can show him? And as I purposely ride him until he comes first, that’s exactly what I do.

As Mal can’t help but unload himself inside of me, the warmth of his jizz coupled with the reverential way he pants my name during his orgasm does set off mine. I squeeze him, continuing to ride out my climax as he shifts his hand, lovingly stroking my clit, just as I like. The last bit of stimulation rips the howl right out of my throat, and even if one of the villagers stumble upon Mal’s golden eyes gleaming boldly, the scent of our sex for once overpowering the rotten egg stink of this sulfurous world… I wouldn’t change a damn thing about tonight.

Hey. He’s my mate. My one true love. For god’s sake, we have a kid. We fuck.

Get used to it.

As for me, when I can finally catch my breath again, I have only two words for my mate: “I win.”

He brushes my hair out of my face, nuzzling my temple. “What’s that?”

I shake my head, burying it alongside his thick throat. “Don’t worry about it, babe. Besides, it doesn’t matter. We’re only just getting started.”

Because another bonus to being a Sombra demon’s mate?

When you’re immortal, refractory periods? Who needs ‘em?

Not me. I just need my mate. I need my daughter.

My happily-ever-after.

And I’m going to have it, no matter what it takes.

CHAPTER3

VISITORS

MALPHAS

It is the night after the gold moon, and my mate made up for a night of abstinence by allowing me to pleasure her until she nestled against my chest, falling asleep immediately.

I stayed with her in the lava pool for a few moments more, just enjoying the feel of her naked skin against my shadows. I would’ve stayed forever in the content, quiet moment if I could, but I knew better.

For one, there are probably other mated couples who are eager to find privacy in one of the hidden pools. There are plenty of spawn who live in Nuit, but when it takes three long years for a demoness to grow her child inside of her, then at least a century before they’re considered a mature demon, most bonded pairs only have one or two at a time before a gap of decades, if not centuries.

Sombra is a world of balance. Of superstition. Of magic, and our gods. They give us immortality and bless us with our one true mate, but while it isn’t easy for a Sombra demon to die, our realm would be overrun if we conceived on every possible gold moon. To even the scales, when too many spawn are brought into our world, war happens. Famine happens. The predators in the shadows get hungry. And the weight offoreversometimes because too much to bear until demons with too many centuries to count simply fade away.

Not every demon is fortunate enough to find their one true mate. Some of us are patient. Some of us are determined. But when the years go by and loneliness replaces hope, forever can seem like a punishment.

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